Monster, Memoir Part One

Refuge Memoir

Year, after year, her bedroom was her safe place; a refuge from the demon. This was an unemployed, deplorable monster of inhuman cruelty. And due to its terrible intelligence, and keen manipulative skills, no one could detect that it was anything other than the girl’s sweet, loving mother that it feigned to the outside world.

There was also a lonesome apathy that hung over the Valley of Death like a heavy, waxy fog that could not be waded through, without dread. Even from within her own place of sanctuary, which was that of her little bedroom, this other world haunted her daytime thoughts, as it did mercilessly, her sleeping world.

Despite all the blankets covering up her bedroom windows, the world on the outside was far gloomier than the darkness whence she resided. Alas, only a few feet away from the door of her refuge, grappled the deep, hollow footsteps of tangible evil whose deadly, backward glow, struck new, unfamiliar terror into the girl with each new sunrise.

Consequently, any bit of sunlight that touched the beast, proved that much more, its inconceivable horrors. Thus, the sunlight became a dread to the girl, too; an enemy. 

Ephesians 6:12 – “For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in the heavenly places.”

Companions, Memoir, Part Two

Doll, Memoir, Part Three

Scapegoat, Part Four

Presence, Part Five

Mother, NPD, Memoir Part Six

 

 

 

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6 Comments

    1. Yes, Bunny. I guess people don’t really know what to do to help. Sometimes, prayer is the only, and BEST thing. Haven’t see you around. Hope you are well!

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